Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a painting.
You'll scare off the pigeons.
Leave her alone, Raisa. You want everything to be her fault.
Dreesen. A wealthy merchant.
[scoffs] I'm brooding.
-Two, always carry a weapon on you. -Always.
Mal?
it gets dark, but we like it dark.
What's the name?
Just imagine.
but nah, he refused to loan me any money, so…
Most of you will continue north to the Fjerdan frontlines.
[chuckles] No. No, I just flirted with her.
No businessman worth his salt
Then what's the opposite?
[young Alina] Is it real?
[Dreesen] Alina Starkov?
[man 1] Yes!
Ja. So go to Fjerda. March through the permafrost.
It's just air.
Why you run from me, half-breed?
Mal, you're with me, son. Chin up.
[young Alina] We can't hide forever.
-Shouldn't you be on the door? -Yeah, right away, boss.
Kaz, I got this lead from one of the girls at the Menagerie.
If he does, then you know what he believes.
Until we reach the western dry docks,
Never came back.
Now you can just speak
[sailor] Ready for launch!
-Oh, they moved our tent. -Yeah, it's down that end now.
-Sounds like a trap, anyway. -[Kaz] A trap would sound easy.
It's like home all over again.
The Second Army, however, has a shiny new solution to our food shortage,
Is that annoying you?
it was a Sun Summoner.
[growling in distance]
If I bring her back, she'll tell you about the job.
But this is what you become!
So I won't have leverage on him.
Why does this concern me?
[creature screeching]
-[chuckles] Look at him! -Oh, he's so easy to rile.
[woman] I bet I know someone.
[thunder rumbling]
[Alina] That looks new.
[Jesper] If one of his kind made it, can't he unmake it?